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- What?

- Quiet.

- Oh, shut... You keep quiet.

Okay, thanks.

Chandler left months ago for San Francisco

and the boss's daughter followed him.

The old lady's right,

I'm not good enough for a girl like you.

- Leave my...

- Get me the Sentinel in San Francisco.

- Maybe we'd better call the whole thing off.

- No, you don't. Get your hat.

What is this? A newspaper

or a matrimonial agency?

- Why don't you...?

- I cannot leave now.

- The boss is waiting.

- The preacher's waiting too.

What do you wanna do?

Put him on a retainer fee?

- First, a hurricane. Next, a kidnapping...

- My dear young lady...

...the paper is faced with a libel suit.

- He's faced with breach of promise.

- Breach of promise has been outlawed.

Listen to me, Warren Haggerty,

if you think that...

Hello? Oh, Sentinel? This is Warren

Haggerty, New York Morning Star.

You got a guy on your payroll

named Bill Chandler?

He left two months ago?

Well, where'd he say he was going?

Atlanta.

Get me the Express in Atlanta.

- What's he doing in Atlanta?

- Oh, probably six months.

I'm not going to stand for this.

Get this woman out of here.

- Don't you dare call me a woman.

- Easy, easy, easy.

That's Mr. Farwood, owner of the paper.

I don't care. Nobody's gonna talk

to me like a detective.

- How do you know how a detective talks?

- I heard one on We, the People.

- Joe Simpson never treated me like this.

- Why did you divorce him?

- I've asked myself many times.

- Hello? Express.

- I wanna talk to Bill Chandler.

- Stop!

Go on home. Be a good girl.

Are you gonna let them

do this to your future wife?

This time tomorrow,

you'll be married woman.

No, no, not you. Her.

Hello. I'm still waiting

to talk to Bill Chandler.

- You what? You never heard of him?

- Maybe he's dead.

It would be just like that guy

to drop dead at a time like this.

The Parkington Detective Agency.

They can put the finger on Chandler.

Mr. Chandler,

the one that used to work here?

I never caught him at it but that's who.

- Why, I know where he is.

- You what?

He's a pal.

Only last week he slipped me a fin...

...for helping him

get some dame off the beam.

- Where is he? His address?

- The Grand Plaza.

The Grand Plaza.

That's not the Chandler we mean.

You mean Bill Chandler, the one

who was always giving you the bird?

- I mean...

- That's him!

How do you like that?

Right under my nose.

- Tell the boss. Tell him we found him.

- Yes.

- I'll get him on the phone.

- No. No.

I better see him personally.

Sort of feel my way.

So he's living at the Grand Plaza.

That's not so good.

He must be in the money.

- Mr. Chandler.

- Thank you.

Warren Haggerty. From Brooklyn to Bombay,

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